Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE WIND OF FATE, by CHARLES WHITWORTH WYNNE First Line: O not by reason can we love Last Line: The issues of our fate. Alternate Author Name(s): Cayzer, Charles Subject(s): Love; Passion | ||||||||
I O NOT by reason can we love, Nor yet by reason hate; Our lives to mystic measures move, Touch'd by the Wand of Fate. II Your soul drew mine, as doth the moon Draw after her the main; Yet howso oft he craves her boon, The chiller her disdain. III O never nearer may I climb! Old Ocean's faith I know Like his, my passion spurns at Time In ceaseless ebb and flow. IV O pitiless the moon's cold fire! And pitiless the heart That bids me ever to aspire, Yet bends not to my smart! V O not by reason can we love, Nor yet by reason hate; We cannot prove, we may not move The issues of our fate. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APPULDURCOMBE PARK by AMY LOWELL FIVE ACCOUNTS OF A MONOGAMOUS MAN by WILLIAM MEREDITH ON PASSION AS A LITERARY TRADITION by JOHN CIARDI LES GRANDES PASSIONS MANQUEES by IRVING FELDMAN A DULL DAY IN SEPTEMBER by CHARLES WHITWORTH WYNNE |
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